Page 53 of The Bodyguard

My cock hardens as I drop her wrist then grip her face with my hands.

We pant heavily as sparks ignite around us.

The delight in her eyes infuriates me as I pull her off the stool and up against my body.

“If I’m going to kiss you, I’m kissing your pussy,” I ground out. “And I already did that today, so you need to. Go. To. Bed.”

Fuck.

I need air.

I need to think and breathe and get away from this seductress.

CHAPTER TWELVE

SAVANNAH

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I make Ryder check my upstairs area and bedroom one more time before he leaves.

He accused me of trying to get him into my bedroom, but I felt his hard cock, so I know he wants me just as much as I want him.

What I don’t know is why he’s holding back.

Job rules aside.

No one needs to know.

If I’m fucking you, I can’t protect you.

“Given we fucked in my laundry this morning, I don’t think I would go to the trouble of getting you into my bedroom.” I say, sitting on the edge of the bed while he checks the ensuite bathroom.

Damn, he looks good in his tight jeans and t-shirt.

I don’t think I’ve seen sexier arms. All that roped muscle and, lord, those tattoos have me squeezing my lady bits.

His enormous frame appears in the doorway and blue eyes land on me as my legs dangle over the edge of the bed.

Suddenly I realize that he’s leaving, and I sober, knowing I’ll be alone in the house.

Ryder notices.

“The guards are outside,” he rasps.

I feel bad because I can see he’s fighting with the need to protect me. Emotionally and physically. It's in his nature.

“I know.” I nod, forcing a smile.

“You can call me. And you have the emergency button,” Ryder says, walking over to the side of my bed to find it.

“It’s fine. Today just scared me.” I climb off the bed and stand in front of him.

He’s so tall and big and powerful. I’m not going to lie; I feel safe when he’s with me. Perhaps that’s why I’ve been so cavalier tonight. I don’t want him to leave, and now Ryder probably thinks I’m trying to seduce him.

He’s right.

It’s both.

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